A Transliteration
Greys-fuhl swords of light pierce the clouds, into the deep oh-shuhns shimmering off of sequin kuhv-erd Mandarinfish. Reflecting on the all the love yoor giving hahrt has far removed our sin, onward the light travels bih-yond. What yoor pupil sees into the mind, of the eternal ih-maj-uh-ney-shuhns. For time will tell of that which you per-seev
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2012
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